Feeling Like a Corvett

Time after time
I see you take a glance
At my suped up V8

I feel you gripping
The steering wheel
Ready for the excitement

My engine roaring
With gusts of smoke
Coming out of the exhaust

I'm ready to explode
With this horrible anger
From another world

I may not rust easily
But it may be easy
to scratch my golden paint

For I am a Corvet
And I am faster
Than what you think